the paraphrase of a quail egg

After Inspecting Brassaï’s Graffiti At Musée d’Art Moderne I notice the construct of silhouetted stick figures juxtaposed above a door; one’s triangular body tells me to go into a different salle. There, I find another version of graffiti on the door in front of me as I sit down. This is not art someone has […]

The Rothko Conundrum

Many thanks to a little boy named Ezra (and his expert crocodile tears) and Mark Rothko for filling my time at AAA as I waited to get my new 44-year-old license. I have to admit that it felt a little awkward giving up on Lucretius, who got me through a registration renewal at the DMV […]